Contains too many dead spots and occasionally wanders off course like a faulty broom on magical autopilot.

An endless parade of clichés and logic issues that ruin an otherwise potentially interesting plot.

Attempts to walk a very fine line between campy and creepy, between reality and dystopia.

Two-and-a-half hours of nonsensical jibber-jabber interspersed with adrenaline-inducing special effects.

Leans more toward unintentional comedy than summer blockbuster disaster movie.

The film ultimately collapses under its own weight.

It holds the tension with the empathy and effectiveness of a large metal vise.

Serves up a fun-size treat instead of a full snack.

An experience every bit as chaotic as the exploding island of Isla Nublar.

Embraces chaos as it explores what happens when dinosaurs can no longer be contained.

Needs more Jack-Jack and less humdrum

Foster sports the look of a no-frills grandmother with a deadpan gaze that could stop a bullet.